Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 120 The blood clan and the elves join forces!

"The next lot, No. 776, is a statue of high status."

"A fertility goddess from about 10000 to 15000 B.C."

“This item was found in a loess pit 30 meters from Shannon. The reserve price is $300,000.”

In the inner field, an object being auctioned was a stone sculpture that was over three meters tall and looked like a bloated gourd, with no aesthetic appeal at all.

In Rango's eyes, the statue looked like a slightly bloated gourd-shaped stone, lacking the traditional aesthetics. However, the atmosphere in the venue was completely different, with bidders' numbers rising one after another and the price rising rapidly.

"Three hundred and twenty thousand!"

"Three hundred and sixty thousand!"

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In the end, this statue, which seemed a bit ordinary in Rango's eyes, was bought by the curator for a high price of half a million US dollars.

Seeing the eyes cast by his side, the curator smiled and explained: "After leaving the museum, I won't be able to see so many historical relics every day, so I have to buy some to keep at home."

Rango agreed: "You have money, you can do whatever you want."

"The next item is lot 777, which is a..." The auctioneer in front was still talking, but Rango's attention had shifted to the woman in the black dress.

Her movements of flipping through the roster seemed casual, but her eyes revealed her keen observation of the surroundings, as if she was waiting for something.

The system's early warning of supernatural beings has never failed. If nothing unexpected happens, this woman must be a supernatural being of some kind.

As for what exactly it is.
Rango looked at the face that was cold yet somewhat delicate, and had a rough guess in his mind.

But even though he guessed the woman's identity, he was not too surprised or flustered. After all, this was New York, the center of the universe in every movie or American TV series.

It is normal to encounter a few monsters when going out. Maybe they are just here to participate in the auction.

(From the movie Underworld, played by Kate Beckinsale.)
However, at this moment, a strange smell suddenly came, causing Rango to turn around suddenly and stare at the door of the auction hall with sharp eyes.

Then, the lights in the hall suddenly dimmed, and the display screen on the wall seemed to have encountered unknown interference, turning into flying white snowflakes and chaos.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please stay seated."

The auctioneer's voice quickly regained its professionalism and composure after a brief panic. After reassuring everyone that the backup power would be transmitted soon, he actually began to introduce new items.

“This is the first time a fragment of the Holy Crown of Betzmora has come to auction, coming to us from a long-lost civilization.”

As the auctioneer finished speaking, an exquisite wooden box was slowly opened, revealing a golden ring shining with an unknown metallic luster.

The carvings on it are intricate, and every stroke reveals an extraordinary charm. Although it is incomplete, it still attracts the attention of many wealthy people present.

The curator could hardly hide his excitement, and whispered to himself, "This is why I came here this time, Rango. Do you think we have a chance of finding the remaining fragments of the Holy Crown, Rango?"

However, Rango's attention was no longer here. His eyes passed through the crowd and were fixed on the door of the auction hall, as if he was waiting for something.

Sure enough, the next second, a long and arrogant question came from outside the door, echoing in the hall.

"Lost long ago?"

The door opened without wind, and a thin man with long white hair walked in slowly from outside.

His skin was as pale as his hair, and there was a line of stitches running down his cheek.

He carried a huge wooden box and scanned the entire place with a cold gaze, which finally stopped at the fragment of the Holy Crown. A mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "How ridiculous! Our people have been forced to hide in the mud, but you humans can trade our holy objects like commodities in the magnificent hall."

"Sir! Please identify yourself!" The auctioneer pointed at the man and shouted angrily, "Your unauthorized intrusion has already..."

"Shh-"

The man raised his finger to his lips and said in a deep voice: "I am Prince Nuada Sifrans, and I am here to take back what belongs to me."

After saying this, he turned his attention to the fragment of the Holy Crown of Betzmora in the box and simply closed it to take it away.

"Guard! Call guard!" Seeing this, the staff around called for help.

"Roar--!"

But what responded to them was an inhuman roar, and then, with a loud bang, the wall was violently torn apart, and a huge monster with a metal right arm broke into the hall!

His body was as bloated as the goddess of fertility that had just been auctioned, and his entire right arm was made of metal, with a metal fist the size of a head hanging on it.

"Rango, who are these people?" The curator's voice trembled, his eyes full of shock.

Rango shook his head quickly, his eyes firm: "Don't ask so many questions, I'll take you out first. If nothing unexpected happens, this place will soon become very dangerous."

As he spoke, while everyone was still in shock and confusion, Rango picked up the curator with one hand and prepared to leave in a sports car.

After sending the curator to a safe place, he would come back to see if there was any extraordinary energy to be salvaged.

He already had some guesses in his mind. The albino man who called himself Prince Nuada and the monster with an iron fist instantly reminded him of the plot of a certain movie - "Hellboy 2: The Golden Army"!
If he remembered correctly, the suitcase Prince Nuada was carrying should contain a dark creature called the Tooth Fairy.

Although each one is only the size of a finger, its destructive power is amazing, and it loves to eat human teeth alive! "Fuck, I can encounter such a thing even when attending an auction."

Rango cursed inwardly, then adjusted his state, ready to lead the curator to break out, but before he could get out the door, a figure blocked his way.

The woman in the black dress who was sitting in the seat before looked at him coldly and said with surprise: "I didn't expect to meet you here again."

boom--!
Before she could finish her words, Rango decisively started the [Sports Car Head] and knocked her out!

In mid-air, seeing the opponent's hand pinching her chest, Selina was furious and drew out a dagger to fight back, but under Rango's defense of [Dragon Body], her attack was like a tickle.

"Don't make yourself unhappy little girl!"

Rango curled his fingers into claws and locked her arms precisely. With a pull, the joints broke crisply. Then he elbowed her at a tricky angle, leaving a shocking dent on the side of her neck.

He mercilessly threw her aside, then with a flash of his body, he had escaped from the chaos of the auction hall and stepped into the hotel lobby.

To his surprise, there were already dozens of men in black leather jackets and with bared fangs lying in ambush here.

After seeing him, these guys' first reaction was not to rush over and beat him up, but to draw their guns and shoot!

"Fuck, are vampires nowadays so up-to-date?"

Without any hesitation, Rango quickly took a vampire hostage as a shield, his body turned into a flash of lightning, and he moved freely in the hail of bullets. He broke through the encirclement in an instant and rushed out of the hotel door.

Although gunshots were heard on the streets, the citizens were extremely calm. Some even excitedly took out their mobile phones to record the scene, as if this had become a part of their daily life.

I have to say, the mental state of these New York citizens is almost catching up with Gotham.

In the underground garage.

McQueen found a blind spot in the surveillance camera and was trying to hit a Rolls-Royce, calling the other party "Madam" from time to time.

Just when he was still in high spirits, he suddenly felt a kick on his butt.

He turned his head and was so frightened that he backed out of the Rolls-Royce.

"I'll let you ride! I'll let you ride!"

Rango kicked McQueen's exhaust pipe twice and cursed angrily: "Even if you can't hold it anymore, can't you find a cheaper car? You even drive a Rolls-Royce! Sooner or later, I will remove your exhaust pipe!"

Seeing McQueen blinking his big eyes pretending to be innocent and shrinking in the corner, Rango glared at him unhappily and then put the curator in the car.

"Go, send the curator back to the Upper East Side."

"Obey my master!"

McQueen quickly agreed. Just as he was about to start the car, the curator suddenly reached through the car window, grabbed Rango's arm and warned him, "Be careful, be sure to pay attention to safety!"

"Don't worry, even if we can't beat them, no one can stop me if I want to run away." Rango comforted him.

The curator nodded slightly, and after hesitating for a while, he said, "Rango, if it's convenient for you, see if you can save Philip again. The old guy's life is already very hard. If he dies there..."

Rango thought of the old man in the wheelchair and nodded, "Okay, he looks pretty good."

"I want to thank you on his behalf. Also, please put your own safety first!"

"Well, go home and be with your wife!"

Rango smiled and patted the roof of McQueen's car. The burgundy supercar started instantly, rushed out of the garage like an arrow, and disappeared into the night.

The atmosphere in the hall was extremely tense at this moment.

The vampire thugs cast unhappy and disgusted looks out the window. Although the timid passers-by did not dare to get close, they were all excitedly capturing this scene from a distance, with flashes of light going on one after another.

They wanted to go out and kill a few people, but Selina's orders were to stay in the hall and intercept and kill the guests who escaped from the auction hall.

But what failed was that not long after they arrived, they were escaped by someone who came down from above.

Just as they were racking their brains over how to explain this to Selina, something unexpected happened in the hall.

Snapped!
A crisp and terrifying explosion broke through the air!

The head of a vampire thug who was holding a gun suddenly broke into pieces like a ripe watermelon, and blood splattered everywhere!
Before everyone could recover from their shock, a dazzling red light flashed among them like a ghost, at an astonishing speed.

Wherever the lightning passed, there was only a series of horrifying explosions and the figures of the vampire thugs falling one by one. Without exception, their heads suffered the same fate and turned into bloody fragments.

When the last explosion faded into the air, Rango calmly picked up a napkin and gently wiped his bloody fist.

The force-generating techniques of martial arts he had learned these days were not in vain. In the past, he could only blow his opponent's head off, but now he can easily blow him up with one punch.

The gap between the two is huge.

At this moment, a rapid and shrill buzzing sound suddenly came from the auction hall upstairs, followed by a series of extremely shrill screams.

(End of this chapter)